It wasn't until all four of us were waiting for a taxi to take us to our hotel that the conversation, and power struggle, started again. Ellie said, trying to set the tone for the crazy weekend, "I just thought I was going to a wedding." "And?" Miranda asked, confused by Ellie's point. "Well, I packed for a wedding, not for a weekend with a submissive," Ellie smiled, looking directly at my mother, whose face went flush. E...